I was there that afternoon and actually used the restroom after this woman left. She had to have been in there for twenty or thirty minutes. Christ, it sounded like she was being raped with a Duraflame log. Toward the end, I heard the toilet flush a few times then the door opened - the sink never running... As she walks past the line of people waiting on the facilities, she can't even make eye contact with anyone. It was the deepest shame-shiat I've ever witnessed. And my God....

When I walked in there, I wished that I'd brought along an Indian snake charmer. This farking monstrosity was curled up in the toilet, its head raised, corny-teeth bared, just waiting to strike the bare-ass of the next person to sit down. Sit down? Who am I kidding. You would've had to of stomped on it with both feet for ten minutes to get a level playing surface. The whole point of shiatting is leaving shiat behind, not getting additional shiat force fed up your pipes. There was no way I could've used the toilet.

So, at my inconvenience, I took the tank lid off, laid it across the mounded bowl, and used it as a platform to fill the aquarium with my stinking brown trout. That "restaurant" is a bulimics dream, or anyone else who wants to shiat immediately. I hate the manager of the place too - she's always showing me her pussy and bumpy nipples.

Anyway, the dump-and-run lady got off light. That was fifty pounds of raw sewage. But fark the restaurant because all their meat tastes like it was carved off an AIDS patient. I hope everyone involved in this story dies of the wasting disease.

Driving back country roads, and had to piss. Finaly found a gas station. Gas station had a sign "Water ain't free! Bathroom is for paying customers only" So I peed, and checked the store for snacks, but they didn't have anything I wanted so I figured 'eff it' and went to leave. The manager starts flipping out saying I had to buy something. I grabbed 4 cents from my pocket and said "How about I just pay for the water instead?" and tossed the pennies on the counter, and left.

I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't actualy cost him any money, since I didn't flush.

Managed a small store in the wilds of Vermont.I found the best way to keep the bathroom clean was to put a mannequin in there with his pants down around his ankles and his head in his hands and leave the door unlocked.

CSB: Had a certain congress critter ask to use the john, but it was out of order. for real. Cold winter night,He went outside to pee in the snowbank, because, well, that's what we do in Vermont. While he's out there, this tourist, ski dad asks to use the bathroom. Sorry, it's not working. He starts sputtering about that being against the law, and a pile of other bullshiat, and ends up with and what does your local lawmakers think about this outrage!?!?! Just as Bernie, yes, THAT Bernie walks back in, actually zipping up.I said, well, why don't you ask him?Dude about lost it.Bernie said, I can vouch for this guy, (pointing at me) it's really out of order. You need to go outside.End CSB.

Also, found it you pour a quart of baked beans after they have gone bad in the bowl, people tend to avoid the bathroom, too.

From recent Yelp reviews, where soon there weill be only a smoking crater:

[Five stars] Incredibly clean bathroom. It is as if nobody every used it. Stocked with fresh toilet paper, and quality antibacterial soap. Tech tip: order the small coke for $1.09 and save $3.91 on the bathroom charge.

CutBoard:by federal law, it is illegal to restrict the use of restrooms. I doubt that these mom and pops stores realise that, some do, some don't. They like to think they do because they own the joint. However they don't. Like it or not. Paying for the use of the facilities, is an indirect violation of these laws Any and all establishments that retain a bathroom and or /facilities may be used by the public. This is without discrminiation of all races and thus, remain public.

You need to ask for a refund on your GED in law. And your GED in English.

spentmiles:I was there that afternoon and actually used the restroom after this woman left. She had to have been in there for twenty or thirty minutes. Christ, it sounded like she was being raped with a Duraflame log. Toward the end, I heard the toilet flush a few times then the door opened - the sink never running... As she walks past the line of people waiting on the facilities, she can't even make eye contact with anyone. It was the deepest shame-shiat I've ever witnessed. And my God....

When I walked in there, I wished that I'd brought along an Indian snake charmer. This farking monstrosity was curled up in the toilet, its head raised, corny-teeth bared, just waiting to strike the bare-ass of the next person to sit down. Sit down? Who am I kidding. You would've had to of stomped on it with both feet for ten minutes to get a level playing surface. The whole point of shiatting is leaving shiat behind, not getting additional shiat force fed up your pipes. There was no way I could've used the toilet.

So, at my inconvenience, I took the tank lid off, laid it across the mounded bowl, and used it as a platform to fill the aquarium with my stinking brown trout. That "restaurant" is a bulimics dream, or anyone else who wants to shiat immediately. I hate the manager of the place too - she's always showing me her pussy and bumpy nipples.

Anyway, the dump-and-run lady got off light. That was fifty pounds of raw sewage. But fark the restaurant because all their meat tastes like it was carved off an AIDS patient. I hope everyone involved in this story dies of the wasting disease.

For this, my day has suddenly been turned around! Thank you, sir, for your contributions.

Nagle:LtDarkstar: Southern100: Walker: Turns out the local sheriff helped track Barnes down by running her license plate, all as a favor to the owner of the restaurant.

According to the Houston County Sheriff, Darrell Allison, though, it was no biggie.

But, countered local state Rep. John C. Tidwell, "The way I interpret it, it would be illegal," he said, explaining that license plate information is to be used only for law enforcement purposes. "The information should not have ever been given over to the business. That is information that is supposed to be dealt with by the state's agency or the official."

Choosing sides between pigs and politicians isn't easy but I'm gonna have to go with the politician on this one.

Guess the owner of the restaurant never heard of publicdata.com.

THIS!

/Subscriber for over 10 years//Loves layin the smackdown on people that park in 2 spaces

Curious about what you mean by layin the smackdown. What do you do to them?

He parks close to their car so that they have to squeeze themselves into the car when they return. They leave and don't think twice about it, while he has to spit-buff the small paint chips out of his own car door caused when the other guy had to push himself into the car that took up two spaces.

spentmiles:I was there that afternoon and actually used the restroom after this woman left. She had to have been in there for twenty or thirty minutes. Christ, it sounded like she was being raped with a Duraflame log. Toward the end, I heard the toilet flush a few times then the door opened - the sink never running... As she walks past the line of people waiting on the facilities, she can't even make eye contact with anyone. It was the deepest shame-shiat I've ever witnessed. And my God....

When I walked in there, I wished that I'd brought along an Indian snake charmer. This farking monstrosity was curled up in the toilet, its head raised, corny-teeth bared, just waiting to strike the bare-ass of the next person to sit down. Sit down? Who am I kidding. You would've had to of stomped on it with both feet for ten minutes to get a level playing surface. The whole point of shiatting is leaving shiat behind, not getting additional shiat force fed up your pipes. There was no way I could've used the toilet.

So, at my inconvenience, I took the tank lid off, laid it across the mounded bowl, and used it as a platform to fill the aquarium with my stinking brown trout. That "restaurant" is a bulimics dream, or anyone else who wants to shiat immediately. I hate the manager of the place too - she's always showing me her pussy and bumpy nipples.

Anyway, the dump-and-run lady got off light. That was fifty pounds of raw sewage. But fark the restaurant because all their meat tastes like it was carved off an AIDS patient. I hope everyone involved in this story dies of the wasting disease.

Smeggy Smurf:spentmiles: I was there that afternoon and actually used the restroom after this woman left. She had to have been in there for twenty or thirty minutes. Christ, it sounded like she was being raped with a Duraflame log. Toward the end, I heard the toilet flush a few times then the door opened - the sink never running... As she walks past the line of people waiting on the facilities, she can't even make eye contact with anyone. It was the deepest shame-shiat I've ever witnessed. And my God....

When I walked in there, I wished that I'd brought along an Indian snake charmer. This farking monstrosity was curled up in the toilet, its head raised, corny-teeth bared, just waiting to strike the bare-ass of the next person to sit down. Sit down? Who am I kidding. You would've had to of stomped on it with both feet for ten minutes to get a level playing surface. The whole point of shiatting is leaving shiat behind, not getting additional shiat force fed up your pipes. There was no way I could've used the toilet.

So, at my inconvenience, I took the tank lid off, laid it across the mounded bowl, and used it as a platform to fill the aquarium with my stinking brown trout. That "restaurant" is a bulimics dream, or anyone else who wants to shiat immediately. I hate the manager of the place too - she's always showing me her pussy and bumpy nipples.

Anyway, the dump-and-run lady got off light. That was fifty pounds of raw sewage. But fark the restaurant because all their meat tastes like it was carved off an AIDS patient. I hope everyone involved in this story dies of the wasting disease.

AndreMA:Southern100: Just a real quick point - Texas license plates, VINs, and driver licenses are all public information. You can request the owners name & address at any DMV (they charge something like a $3.00 fee). No police report required.

This used to be the case in Massachusetts as well... and Massachusetts used to use SSNs as default licence numbers, and few bothered to request an arbitrary one (several digits with an "S" prefix).

I used to have in my possession - on microfiche - A copy of the "Massachusetts Tax License File" dated January, 1988. It listed every licensed driver in MA, one per line with name, home address, DOB, LIC# (SSN in 98% of cases), expiration date, and license restrictions. -- it was one of a few hundred copies distributed to local police departments as a backup to the online system they operated then. Well, an extra copy I made "for quality control" - I worked at the service bureau that did film for the State Police.

Had I known what that information would be worth to identity thieves today, I would not have destroyed it in the mid 1990s. Maybe. Eh, I think my ethics would have prevented me from using it for evil, beyond looking up the SSNs of elected officials.

/Boring Story, Bro.

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You could be living on your own skull-shaped, volcanic island right now plotting your next villainous scheme.

spentmiles:I was there that afternoon and actually used the restroom after this woman left. She had to have been in there for twenty or thirty minutes. Christ, it sounded like she was being raped with a Duraflame log. Toward the end, I heard the toilet flush a few times then the door opened - the sink never running... As she walks past the line of people waiting on the facilities, she can't even make eye contact with anyone. It was the deepest shame-shiat I've ever witnessed. And my God....

When I walked in there, I wished that I'd brought along an Indian snake charmer. This farking monstrosity was curled up in the toilet, its head raised, corny-teeth bared, just waiting to strike the bare-ass of the next person to sit down. Sit down? Who am I kidding. You would've had to of stomped on it with both feet for ten minutes to get a level playing surface. The whole point of shiatting is leaving shiat behind, not getting additional shiat force fed up your pipes. There was no way I could've used the toilet.

So, at my inconvenience, I took the tank lid off, laid it across the mounded bowl, and used it as a platform to fill the aquarium with my stinking brown trout. That "restaurant" is a bulimics dream, or anyone else who wants to shiat immediately. I hate the manager of the place too - she's always showing me her pussy and bumpy nipples.

Anyway, the dump-and-run lady got off light. That was fifty pounds of raw sewage. But fark the restaurant because all their meat tastes like it was carved off an AIDS patient. I hope everyone involved in this story dies of the wasting disease.

I work at a second hand store, we lock the bathroom but will unlock it for anyone who needs it. We lock it only so if someone gota use it at lest one employee knows. We have had to many issues with people going in and taking tags off of stuff to get a lower price or taking the tags off and putting the item on and saying it was theirs or, putting it under the cloth they had on(way to many times we see people come in wearing cloth bout 4 sizes to big and leave looking like the same set is tight on them). we also had people go in and destroy the bathroom if they are mad at us. had one destroy the toilet. Another kicked it so much and hard it fell over.

I'm a farktard and I have no problems with law enforcement abusing their databases as a personal favors for vindictive members of the general public. Herpity derpity doo! I just want to belong to the retard chorus, I hear they get sweet robes and go on field trips.